I stand here my brother. I stand here strong.
I'll defend our freedoms from that which is wrong.
What terrors and horrors our honor beset
and glory with passion our power has met,
but darkness came wreathing upon holy realms.
So heed my brother, hasten to the helms!
Is war still option or now requisite?
Ablaze are the tempests that have now been lit.
Draw your arms, let loyalty rang!
So listen to tearful mourning, which sang,
"It's peace that we want, it's God that we need!"
It's our duty to fight; it's our duty to bleed.
It's our victory we face and our triumph we claim.
The resulting ruined rubble leaves no one to blame.
So, we leave our fates guessing and our future aside
as we strive to resolve where evils reside.
Discern the will of God and know what is good,
what's perfect and acceptable; to know what is good.
Battles won by force
are the only ones that end
in victory's peace.
